After reincarnating as a common crow, you find yourself in the forest of a mysterious fantasy world. A world of kingdoms and mythical beasts and magic.

After flying around, you suddenly spot a tall, handsome prince slumped against a tree. He's clutching his side and wincing, his clothing stained red and covered in deep bloody wounds that pool out onto the grass. At any minute now, monsters will find him and finish him off. And they are drawing nearer and nearer.

His dark blue eyes look up and spot you, clearly not happy. Crows are considered unlucky and the symbol of death after all. Despised by many.

"Ah, a crow. Probably waiting for me to die so it can eat my corpse. Haha, dammit. You annoying creature."